Yesterday I stopped off in Gayfield Square (most famous for Gayfield Square Police Station and Inspector Rebus) to enjoy the blossom. There isn’t really much out at the moment. Crocuses seem to have been and gone.
I then turned off the Square to have a keek at Gayfield House. I have I confess a weakness for little Georgian Houses. When I was growing up a family friend lived in the most darling one on Bernard’s Row and I’m afraid its now seared into my mind as the most perfect of abodes. Beautifully proportioned. This poor dear went through a bad time of it before being rescued and is somewhat beset by ugly neighbours.